I tucked my wings behind my back, hiding them under my attire, bald head, false horns and red eyes adorning my disguise. I hoped it was enough to walk among the demons as one of them. If not, my sword was always ready.
“Our queen is devilicious. The way she moans makes me harder than the frozen rocks of the valley.”
“And she loves to be shared. Do you think she’d let us have a taste?”
“Like she’d have a second look at any of your ugly cocks. She has the King’s. Have you seen the size of that?”
“It was buried deep inside her, but you’re one to know. You used to suck it for His Unholiness.”
My skin crawled at the way the gossiping, guffawing demons were speaking of Belle. I made myself visible to them without an attempt at stealth, wishing they would recognize what I was so I could slit their throats. Divinely, though, I marched among them as if they were blind. Heaven must have been facilitating my mission.
With the same divine intervention, I reached the Eastside, across from the River of the Molten Fire. There was a crowd thinning. Had they finished the bath already?
Something squeezed my shoulder. Ready to fight, I spun to find a triple-horned demon staring at me with a smirk. “Don’t just stand there. The second mating is happening at the Royal Domicile. We can’t go in, but we’re allowed to stand outside where we can hear it all. It’s the best day ever or what?”
Our Father in Heaven, give me the strength to endure this madness. Now Belle’s demon was fortified and had become her dominant side. Perhaps Heaven was right about their decision. Belle could not be saved anymore. If there was any chance to save Heaven, it would be by taking her soul. “Are only the Demons of the Seven Deadly Sins allowed in the Domicile today?”
“Duh, not unless you work there.” He looked at my attire with derision. “Obviously you don’t. I’m gonna head out to find a spot closer to the gates before it gets too crowded. You’re coming or what?”
I cocked a brow. “Duh.”
I must find a way to enter the palace. Damien and Belle would be most vulnerable during the depraved debauchery. But how?
The gates were closed when we arrived. A huge crowd lined outside. There was barely any space for me to fit, let alone get close enough to the gates to find a blind spot where I could steal in.
The demon who brought me here grumbled that he didn’t arrive early enough to listen properly. He complained that all three mating encounters should have been open for the public to watch, not just the first. Then he found solace that he would watch the replay tomorrow when they broadcast this mating and the next for the common demons to witness the inglorious sin that gave them their long-awaited queen.
If I could vomit, I would be hurling my guts out.
How could Belle consent to this? I was completely aware of her affinity and lack of shame for having her body shared privately or publicly, but, to my understanding, it was because of her affection for her four mates. Now she was settling for one who had no issue with others watching his wife’s body, getting aroused by her form and sounds of intimate pleasure while he performed the act of love with her. On repeat.
That did not sound like her at all.
Aah.
Now,thatdid sound like her. Even though she never moaned for me, I knew the sound of her moans like the back of my hand.
“Ohhhhhh, it started!” The demon clapped, and the crowd joined in a loud cheer. It lasted for two throbs, and then, as if on cue, it stopped, and another moan came from the palace.
“Oh, Damien, your horn is so big,” she said.
“Why won’t any of my wives tell me that?” the demon mumbled.
I closed my eyes to contain my revulsion. Then I opened them, searching for an escape. Perhaps if I reached the back entry and flew in, I could bypass the circle of guards behind the gates.
“Now, you lick my horns, my naughty king.”
Slurp. Slurp.
This was much worse than having to watch a human watching pornography. You had no idea how hard it was to write down all the sins as fast as they happened. He coveted the breasts of a woman other than his wife. He touched himself watching the breasts of a woman other than his wife. He insulted the breasts of his wife. He took false pride that he could perform better than the stud sinner in the pornography and have a wife with better breasts… And these were only for the split-second the actress took off her top garment. Imagine how hard the job became as she progressed with the other pieces.
“That’s hot.” The demon smirked at me, staring at my false horns. “I can lick yours for you if you lick mine.”
Holy Heavens.
I shoved my way through thehornycrowd that had started their own public debaucheries, and ran to the backside of the palace. It was not any better. There was another crowd there, and the demon guards were doubled. If I used my wings, I would expose my disguise, and they might catch me before I finished my task.
Spank. Spank.
